251Chapter 252 The Scholar's Longing! Welcome Home Under the Moonlight
Chapter 252 The Scholar's Longing! Welcome Home Under the Moonlight
The scene shifts to a hidden location on the Grand Line, the Revolutionary Army's headquarters, perpetually shrouded in endless sandstorms.
Baltiguet, known as the "Island of White Soil".
The yellow sand, whipped up by the fierce wind, howled and raged, stinging people's faces.
Despite the harsh conditions, the revolutionary soldiers continued to work hard and undergo rigorous training.
The camera cuts through layers of sand and focuses on that tall and resilient figure—Nicole Robin.
Ever since I understood the "3D2Y" code that Captain Luffy conveyed through his tattoo in that newspaper that spread all over the world.
This archaeologist, who was known for his calm and composure, suddenly displayed an astonishing enthusiasm for learning and training.
Throughout the entire day, Robin barely had a moment to rest.
She not only plunged headlong into the Revolutionary Army's vast intelligence database, frantically searching for top-secret information about the distribution of major powers in the New World and the Poneglyphs like a sponge absorbing water.
Even during breaks from researching materials, he would voluntarily walk out to the training ground, setting aside his scholarly reserve.
He humbly sought advice from the revolutionary army's cadres on practical combat techniques and the fundamentals of domineering martial arts.
Sweat soaked her long black hair, which slid down her fair neck, but her eyes remained incredibly determined.
On a high platform in the shadows not far from the training ground.
The revolutionary army leader, Dorag, draped in a dark green cloak, and the chief of staff, Sabo, wearing windproof goggles, were both silently watching her every move.
Sabo looked at the stubborn figure that kept falling in the wind and sand, and sighed helplessly.
He knew very well that this woman, who always wore an elegant and composed smile, was trying to undergo a transformation over the next two years.
She simply didn't want to become that man's weakness and burden again in the new world two years later.
Night quietly enveloped the desolate Baltigue, and the sandstorm that had raged all day finally subsided.
The revolutionary soldiers finished their intensive training and sat in twos and threes around the warm campfire.
They ate simple food while resting and chatting.
In this era of information isolation.
The soldiers couldn't stop talking about the name that had recently turned the world upside down.
"Red Lotus" Victor.
Everyone was excitedly discussing the earth-shattering events in the newspaper, gesturing wildly as they spoke.
Some marveled at the crimson demon, a hundred meters tall, that cleaved through the walls of Marineford with a single sword strike.
Some were deeply shocked by the black flame that still burns in the Naval Headquarters Plaza.
Just then, Kerla, a revolutionary army cadre with short orange hair, walked over carrying two mugs.
She handed one of the steaming cups of coffee to Robin, who was sitting next to her, then sat down beside her, nudged Robin's arm lightly with her elbow, and teased her with a smile:
"Listen, everyone's talking about him."
"Robin, how does it feel to have a man as powerful as a monster protecting you?"
Robin held the warm coffee cup in both hands, feeling the warmth emanating from his palms.
The flickering firelight illuminated her fair and beautiful face, which showed signs of fatigue, adding a touch of gentleness to her appearance.
She smiled, not refuting Kelra's teasing, but simply listened quietly to the soldiers around her admiring the man.
Familiar scenes involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
That was Viktor's broad back, standing firmly in front of her without hesitation, keeping all danger at bay.
Wherever he goes, that man's name is etched into the world like thunder.
Similarly, that figure was already indelibly imprinted in the softest corner of her heart.
She missed him.
As night fell, the campfire gradually died down, and the noise of the crowd subsided.
Robin politely declined Koala's enthusiastic invitation to have a late-night snack at the cafeteria.
Alone, carrying a thick stack of top-secret documents, she turned and walked towards the rest area specially arranged for her by the revolutionary army.
Walking in the empty and somewhat quiet stone corridor, only the sound of her own footsteps echoed around her.
Without the gaze of outsiders, Robin's straight back relaxed slightly, finally shedding the intellectual and composed facade she wore during the day.
She carried the heavy documents in one hand, and gently rubbed her shoulder, which ached from long hours of training and working at her desk, with the other hand.
Between his brows, a deep weariness and a sense of loneliness that were hard to conceal were quietly revealed.
Although everyone in the revolutionary army was very kind to her.
Because of his sworn brotherhood with Luffy and his friendship with Victor, Sabo took good care of her in every aspect of life, sparing her from a lot of grievances.
But Robin is a sensitive person.
She knew better than anyone else that no matter how good this place was, it was ultimately just a temporary haven.
Robin walked to the door of his simple but clean room, looked at the closed wooden door, and sighed softly.
She stretched out her slender fingers, turned the cold doorknob, and pushed open the door with a soft creak.
The room was dark, with no lights on.
Only the bright, clear moon outside the window, shining through the glass, quietly casts its watery moonlight onto the floor, creating a long, dark shadow.
However, just as Robin was about to habitually raise his hand to press the light switch on the wall...
Her movements suddenly froze in mid-air, as if she had been frozen in place by a spell.
On the bed facing the window, bathed in silvery moonlight.
At this moment, a tall and slender familiar figure was sitting casually.
The man had one leg slightly bent, his posture casual and relaxed.
He was gazing at her quietly from the doorway with his dark eyes, which remained as deep as a pool even in the darkness, a smile that was lazy yet gentle to the core.
"Thud—"
Robin lost all her strength, and the heavy stack of documents she treasured slipped from her hands and fell onto the hard stone floor.
The scattered papers covered the ground like snowflakes, but she had no time to care.
Her pupils trembled violently, her gaze fixed on the man in the moonlight, not daring to look away for a moment.
She even held her breath and became very cautious.
It was as if she was afraid that if she breathed even slightly louder, the illusion in front of her, created by her excessive longing, would burst like a soap bubble.
"Victor…"
Robin's voice trembled uncontrollably, as if he were talking in his sleep.
After confirming that it was real temperature and breath, her eyes instantly turned red.
The worries, grievances, and longing that had been building up for so long burst forth like a flood breaking through a dam.
Crystalline tears streamed down her beautiful face and fell onto the floor.
She stood there helplessly, covering her mouth with her hands, desperately trying not to cry out loud in the quiet night, but her shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.
Looking at Robin's vulnerable and endearing appearance, with all her defenses down.
Sitting on the bed, Victor's smile became even gentler and more tender.
He didn't get up and walk over, but instead slowly opened his broad arms to the woman at the door, who was crying.
"Why are you crying..."
Victor's voice was deep and magnetic, possessing a magical power to soothe any unease.
"I'm back."
"Come here and give me a hug, Robin."
With these simple yet weighty words, Robin's last shred of strength and self-control was shattered.
Ignoring the documents scattered on the floor, she stumbled towards the bedside like a weary bird that had been wandering for a long time.
Then she threw herself into the arms of the one she had been longing for.252Chapter 253 A Good Night on White Soil Island! Victor and Robin's Revolutionary Army Daily Life
Chapter 253 A Good Night on White Soil Island! Victor and Robin's Revolutionary Army Daily Life
In the quiet of the night in Baltigue, the howling sandstorm outside the window was completely blocked by the thick stone walls.
Feeling the trembling body of the beauty in his arms, Victor's deep eyes were filled with tenderness.
He stretched out his strong arms and embraced the woman who carried too much heavy history and suffering tightly.
Victor lowered his head and gently kissed away the warm tears from the corner of Robin's eyes, then followed them down her cheek and finally gently kissed her soft red lips.
With a soft click, the heavy wooden door was locked tightly from the inside.
The temperature in the room suddenly rose, and the dim moonlight shone through the window, illuminating the intertwined figures on the bed.
Red waves roll, spring colors are enchanting.
Having survived the near-death experience at Marineford, and after a long separation and a miraculous reunion, neither of them held anything back anymore.
They abandoned all reason and, in this private space that belonged to each other, used the most primal human methods to confirm each other's real presence, warmth, and heartbeat.
Viktor's terrifying physical abilities, having just perfectly integrated with Hashirama's cells, were on full display during their intimate moments that night.
The noise subsided in the middle of the night.
Exhausted, Robin's cheeks were flushed, and her smooth forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
She lay quietly on Victor's broad, sturdy chest, like a gentle and reassuring kitten.
Finally, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, she fell into a deep sleep.
Victor leaned against the headboard, his long, slender fingers gently stroking Robin's waterfall-like black hair.
He looked out the half-open window at the twinkling stars in the Baltigue night sky.
In this turbulent and chaotic world.
Viktor, unusually relaxed, quietly savored this rare moment of peace.
...
The next morning, sunlight streamed into the stone house.
Robin, who had just awakened from his deep sleep, was no longer the haggard and tired man he had been the day before.
She was radiant, with a breathtakingly mature charm in her eyes.
After washing up, the two officially began their daily routine at the Revolutionary Army's headquarters in Baltigue.
During the day, Robin's extensive knowledge and extraordinary wisdom were put to full use.
She sat at a large desk piled high with documents, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, methodically helping the revolutionary army quickly decipher ancient documents secretly gathered from intelligence networks around the world.
Those obscure and difficult-to-understand historical texts and the world government's highly encrypted secrets seemed to hold no secrets for her.
In just a few days, she became an indispensable "super brain" in the high-level meetings of the revolutionary army, greatly advancing the revolutionary army's intelligence work.
Even in her spare time amidst the heavy workload of intelligence deciphering, Robin did not slack off in the slightest.
She began a relentless training program to advance towards the advanced realm of "Devil Fruit Awakening".
On the training field, Viktor served as her personal mentor without reservation.
Under his strict guidance, Robin constantly tried to push the limits of the Flower Flower Fruit.
He began to explore how to deeply combine his Devil Fruit abilities with his newly learned Armament Haki, attempting to develop a "Hand of Armament Haki" covered in black armor, which would be even more destructive.
During this intense special training, the revolutionary army cadres...
Kela, who often sparred with her, was incredibly surprised to discover a fact:
Robin's physical strength and stamina, which were originally relatively weak as a scholar, have increased by a terrifying leap in just one month.
"Sister Robin, your stamina is amazing! You're practically a monster!"
Kerla wiped her sweat, her face full of disbelief.
Hearing this genuine praise, a charming blush rose on Robin's beautiful face.
Only Robin himself, when the night's intimacy ended and he was so sore that he didn't even want to move a finger, would understand with a mixture of shame and anger:
Just how terrifyingly profound is Luffy's comment about Victor being a "physical monster"?
The two of them would engage in those nightly, sweaty "physical exercises" on the bed...
It has also become their most tacit and efficient "daily physical training".
...
Meanwhile, on the island of White Earth, amidst the raging yellow sands.
Viktor also met his most important "mentor" on the island—Monkey D. Dragon, the supreme leader of the Revolutionary Army.
This man, dubbed the "world's most vicious criminal" by the world government, always wears a dark green cloak and appears and disappears mysteriously.
Dorrag has a keen and experienced eye for talent.
After several sparring sessions with Viktor, he pinpointed Viktor's current bottleneck.
"Red Lotus, you possess a terrifying power within you that even terrifies me."
Dorrag stood in the wind and sand, his gaze as deep as the sea.
"However, in terms of the domineering yet meticulous application, and the top-level Observation Haki that can perceive the breath of all things."
"You are still quite far from being the true top powerhouse in this new world."
"No matter how strong you are, it's meaningless if you can't hit your target or if the enemy can easily see through your moves."
Under the personal guidance of this powerful figure standing at the pinnacle of the sea, Victor officially began his grueling training.
Every day, Viktor blindfolds himself and seals off his sight in extremely harsh conditions.
Try to dodge Dragon's high-intensity attacks, which are like a storm, by relying solely on your senses.
It has the inexhaustible vitality of the Asura Sage Body and the abnormal chakra recovery power of the Nine-Tails within it as a solid foundation.
Viktor completely disregarded the limits of human physical fatigue during training.
As long as he isn't killed on the spot, he can recover completely in a very short time and rejoin the battle.
Under this unreasonable, self-destructive, and high-pressure exploitation.
Viktor's already profound Armament Haki began to undergo a qualitative change, becoming increasingly refined and restrained, like an indestructible, invisible black steel.
His Observation Haki has also made leaps and bounds, with the range and accuracy of his perception increasing day by day.
To test the practical results of this grueling training.
This was also to sincerely repay Dorrag for his generous sharing of knowledge and the revolutionary army for taking them in.
Viktor began to take the initiative, frequently visiting the Revolutionary Army's intelligence office to take on the daunting tasks of eliminating hostile forces and liberating the slave kingdom, which even senior officers found difficult to handle.
He often went out on missions with key members of the Revolutionary Army, such as Sabo, Kerla, and Haku the Fishman.
However, no matter how formidable the defenses of the World Government member states may be.
They were still facing pirates and underground mafia bosses with bounties exceeding 100 million.
Viktor's attitude can always be summed up in two words—crushing.
There was no excessive entanglement, nor did it escalate into a bitter struggle.
Often, the moment the sword is drawn, black flames and lightning intertwine, and the mission is already over.
This completely unreasonable and dimensional-reducing attack left all the accompanying revolutionary soldiers dumbfounded.
One daunting task after another was easily and effortlessly resolved by Viktor with such overwhelming force.
His prestige and hidden position within the revolutionary army skyrocketed like a rocket.
In the hearts of many grassroots revolutionary soldiers, filled with fervor and awe.
This "Guren" from the Straw Hat Pirates has become an absolute ace of the Revolutionary Army, on par with Chief of Staff Sabo!
The lone smoke rising from the desert intertwines with the storm brewing in the new world.
The giant gears of time were turning rapidly in this monotonous yet incredibly fulfilling cycle of training and missions.
The scene slowly freezes deep underground in Baltimore, in a huge, enclosed training ground made of mixed steel.
"call--"
Viktor, his upper body bare with perfectly sculpted muscles, chest heaving slightly, slowly exhaled a hot breath.
The intense training left his body covered in glistening sweat, which slowly slid down his well-defined abdominal muscles.
Just as he adjusted his breathing and suddenly opened his eyes...
Deep within the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan, which was originally as red as a ruby, the complex black patterns seemed to be undergoing some indescribable transformation.
Beneath the red light, mysterious, ancient, and supremely powerful ripples were slowly circulating, emanating a chilling sense of oppression that sent shivers down one's spine...
Time flies, and years pass quickly.
Time slipped away silently amidst endless sweat, swirling sand, and smoke...
In the blink of an eye, four months have passed since the end of the Marineford War253Chapter 254 The Daily Life of an Old Married Couple! A Scholar Breathes a Relief and Their Second Battle Before Leaving
Chapter 254 The Daily Life of an Old Married Couple! A Scholar Breathes a Relief and Their Second Battle Before Leaving
They had finished the brutal, devilish training in the underground training ground.
Viktor casually grabbed a black coat draped over his shoulders and put it on.
He didn't even button up a single button, leaving his sweat-covered chest and abdominal muscles exposed to the air.
He walked with a slightly languid gait, slowly making his way through the deep corridor carved from hard rock at the Revolutionary Army base.
The underground passages of Baltimore always carried a lingering chill, but at this moment, Victor's heart was filled with warmth.
Just thinking about that suite at the end of the corridor, which was exclusively theirs, and his elegant and beautiful girlfriend who was always waiting for him under the lamplight.
The sharpness in his eyes melted away instantly, like ice and snow melting, transforming into a deep, unyielding smile.
That was his safe haven.
Victor walked to the door, reached out and grasped the handle, and gently pushed open the heavy door of the spacious suite.
"Click".
At the very moment he stepped into the room, the frosted glass door to the bathroom on the inside of the suite was pushed open from the inside.
Accompanied by the soft click of the door hinges.
A warm, white mist, carrying the fresh scent of rose shower gel, drifted out of the bathroom like a veil, instantly making the air in the entire room enchanting and moist.
Amidst the swirling white mist, Robin held a soft, dry white towel in one hand, gently wiping his still dripping, wet, long black hair.
Four months of spending every day and night together and being intimate with each other had made them extremely familiar with each other's bodies and lifestyles.
The tacit understanding between them had reached the point where they could understand each other's thoughts with just a glance.
Robin was completely oblivious to the fact that her stunningly beautiful, naked body was now exposed to the cool air.
Her fair skin was still covered with glistening water droplets.
Water droplets slid slowly down her slender swan neck and perfect collarbone, like a masterpiece of art just emerged from a bath.
Hearing the door open, she simply stopped what she was doing.
She then raised her deep, beautiful eyes and looked at the man who had just returned from the training ground.
Viktor stood at the doorway, watching the exceptionally pleasing scene before him, and a wicked smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.
He strode forward with long strides, stretching out his strong arms, wanting to pull the alluring beauty before him directly into his embrace.
However, Robin, who always obeyed him, frowned his beautiful eyebrows, which was quite rare at this moment.
She parted her red lips slightly, extended a long, slender, white index finger, and accurately placed it against Viktor's burning chest, preventing him from getting closer.
"Ah...you're covered in sweat and sand, you're all dirty, go take a shower."
Robin slightly raised his chin, his tone carrying a hint of deliberate "disdain".
A sly smile lingered in her beautiful eyes.
Faced with Robin's coquettish "disdain".
Viktor showed no sign of backing down; on the contrary, the smile in his eyes deepened.
He smiled and grabbed Robin's wrist, which was pressed against his chest, then stretched out his long arm and tightly embraced her slender waist.
With a gasp from Robin, Victor scooped her up in his arms.
"Fine, if you think I'm dirty, then I'll do as you say."
Victor lowered his head, his nose almost touching Robin's, his warm breath spraying onto her face.
"Let's go take a shower together now."
Having said that, he turned around, holding the soft, fragrant woman in his arms, and strode towards the bathroom where the warm steam had not yet completely dissipated.
Robin was so startled by his sudden and domineering action that she was left suspended in mid-air, instinctively struggling symbolically for a moment.
She then realized that any resistance would be futile.
She could only sigh helplessly and obediently rest her fair cheek on his broad and sturdy shoulder.
"Really..."
Robin pouted her red lips slightly and let out a sigh that was both incredibly alluring and tinged with a hint of melancholy.
"It's been so long, you rascal, aren't you... never done enough every day...?"
Although he muttered complaints about his insatiable demands, Robin's body was much more honest than his mind.
Like a kitten that has found a source of warmth, she nestled obediently in the man's hormone-filled embrace.
Her hands naturally wrapped around his neck, and she didn't struggle any further.
The glass door to the bathroom was locked tightly from the inside with a "click".
The showerhead was turned back on, and the sound of warm water gurgling once again filled the small space.
Through the hazy frosted glass, amidst the rising white steam, two slender figures overlapped seamlessly.
A perfectly coordinated "special bathroom CG" segment....
Amidst the blush-inducing, heart-pounding sound of water, the scene unfolds passionately.
...
After a long while, the sound of water in the bathroom finally stopped completely.
Robin, whose body was sore and weak, was wrapped in a bath towel and carried back to the bedroom by Victor.
The two embraced and lay comfortably on the soft, large bed.
Robin leaned lazily against Victor's arm, like a pool of spring water.
Her exquisitely beautiful face still bore a faint blush and a captivating springtime charm.
She closed her eyes and breathed evenly.
Her slender, pale fingers were idly tracing circles on Viktor's muscular chest.
Victor put one arm around her shoulder and used the other to play with a strand of Robin's soft black hair that fell over her shoulder, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.
After a moment, Victor spoke softly, breaking the silence in the room:
"Robin, my Haki training with Dragon has come to an end."
"The foundation has been largely laid; what remains is to transform through real life-or-death combat."
He paused, his deep gaze fixed on the ceiling, and continued calmly:
"So, I plan to leave Baltigue for a while."
Upon hearing this, Robin paused slightly as he drew circles with his fingers, slowly opened his eyes, and looked up at him.
Viktor lowered his head to meet her gaze, a gentle smile playing on his lips:
"I'm going to find our family's little thief cat."
Viktor pondered to himself.
He thought that Robin would hear that he was going to leave her at this time and go to find another woman in the pirate crew on her own.
Even though Robin and Nami have always been as close as sisters.
But as a lover, she would inevitably feel a little jealous, or a deep reluctance to part ways.
After all, they had been inseparable for the past four months.
However, things took an unexpected turn.
Upon hearing the news of his departure, Robin was visibly stunned for a moment, her beautiful eyes widening slightly.
Immediately afterwards, she did not show any signs of sadness, distress, or jealousy.
Instead, under Victor's incredulous gaze...
Robin's battered body visibly let out a long sigh of relief.
She didn't even try to stop her.
In those eyes, which were full of intellectual brilliance, there was even an undisguised hint of relief and an uncontainable smile, as if they were finally free.
Even though Robin tried her best to control her facial expressions, she couldn't suppress the slight upturn at the corners of her mouth.
He looked at the woman in his arms, who showed no sadness at his departure.
Instead, he smiled smugly, as if to say, "Thank God you're finally leaving."
Viktor's face darkened instantly, his handsome eyebrows furrowed dangerously, and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.
"Oh? You seem quite pleased, Ms. Nicole Robin…"
Viktor looked at her and couldn't help but laugh and scold her, feeling both annoyed and amused.
"Looks like I've been too gentle with you in bed!"
Before Robin could even realize she'd been exposed, Victor swiftly flipped over.
Like a nimble black panther locking onto its prey, he once again firmly pinned Robin down beneath him, who had just emerged from a fierce battle and hadn't had a chance to rest and recover.
She could feel the dangerous aura and irresistible power emanating from the man.
A flicker of panic finally crossed Robin's eyes, and she instinctively tried to shrink back.
Victor placed his hands on either side of her ears, looking down at her condescendingly.
"Since I'm about to leave Baltigue, I'm leaving you here alone."
"Before we leave..."
"As your husband, I have to be dutiful and make sure you're well fed."
Upon hearing this blunt declaration, Robin instantly understood what was about to happen.
Her already flushed cheeks turned bright red with embarrassment, and she quickly reached out her hands to press against his chest, trying to make a final struggle.
"Um... wait, wait a minute... you've misunderstood!"
Robin's voice instantly became incredibly charming, even carrying a soft, pleading tone.
"I mean, I'll miss you so much, Victor… um… husband…"
She tried to quell the physical monster's desire for punishment by using this name that she rarely uttered.
However, Victor just chuckled and completely ignored Robin's suddenly coquettish "husband" plea for mercy.
He lowered his head and gave her a passionate, deep kiss, tinged with a hint of punishment, mercilessly silencing any pleas for mercy she was about to utter.
"Waaah..."
The temperature in the room spiked again in an instant.
The second battle between the first mate and the cunning archaeologist raged once again on this long and enchanting night on White Earth Island.
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.254Chapter 255 The Demon God Soaring into the Sky! The Little Thief Cat and the First Mate Descending from the Sky
Chapter 255 The Demon God Soaring into the Sky! The Little Thief Cat and the First Mate Descending from the Sky
In the early morning in Baltigues, the first rays of sunlight pierce through the ever-present yellow sand and gently spill into the warm stone rooms.
After Victor's crazy, storm-like rematch last night.
Robin, who is known for her composure and elegance, has now been completely drained of the last bit of strength in her body.
A faint blush rose on her smooth, fair skin. She was too weak to even move a finger, so she could only curl up in the soft blankets, her face flushed, breathing evenly, and fall into a deep sleep.
In contrast, Victor, the instigator, acted as if nothing had happened.
The immortal body's boundless life force circulated throughout its limbs and bones, keeping it in peak condition at all times.
He got up refreshed and put on his black coat gently, as if afraid of waking his sleeping beauty.
Before leaving, Victor walked to the bedside, bent down, brushed aside the stray black hairs on Robin's forehead, and left a tender kiss on her smooth forehead.
Then, without looking back, he turned around and pushed open the door to leave.
Stepping out of the revolutionary army's underground base, the sandstorm outside remained unchanged.
Leader Dorrag and Chief of Staff Sabo had been waiting at the exit for a long time.
Dorag crossed his arms and fixed his deep gaze on Viktor.
He could clearly feel that after these months of special training...
The domineering aura that Victor once possessed had been completely contained, but it was like a bottomless abyss, radiating an even more terrifying and oppressive feeling.
A look of satisfaction finally appeared on Dorrag's usually stern face, and he nodded slightly.
Sabo stepped forward, smiling and waving to Viktor:
"Have a safe journey, Viktor! Give my regards to Luffy and everyone!"
Goodbye, teacher! Goodbye, Sabo!
Viktor smiled and waved goodbye to the two men, then turned around decisively and boarded a small straitjack boat that the Revolutionary Army had prepared in advance.
With the sails billowing, the speedboat, like an arrow released from a bow, swiftly sailed away from White Earth Island and plunged into the vast, boundless sea.
The floating island of "Vesalia" is a meteorological science nation that floats at an altitude of 10,000 meters and moves around the world with the help of wind.
For ordinary people, finding its trace in this vast sky is harder than climbing to heaven.
But after sailing alone at sea for several days...
However, thanks to the navigation assistance provided by the system, Victor effortlessly locked onto the strange, thick, and massive cumulonimbus cloud overhead on the sea chart.
Logically, for people from Qinghai to reach the floating island, they must find the extremely dangerous "sky-piercing current".
Then, with the help of nature's violent force, it was sent into the air at an altitude of 10,000 meters.
But the current Victor doesn't need such luck-based methods at all.
Standing on the undulating sea, Victor looked up, his eyes instantly transforming into the eerie and complex Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan pattern.
"boom--!"
A surge of incomparably violent crimson chakra erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption.
Although it did not directly activate that complete form that was powerful enough to blot out the sky.
However, a semi-complete Susanoo, clad in sturdy Tengu armor and with enormous wings on its back, instantly materialized on the sea surface, radiating a terrifying pressure.
The massive Susanoo crouched slightly, then its enormous chakra wings flapped violently.
The violent kinetic energy instantly created a terrifying hurricane on the sea surface.
The seawater within a radius of 100 meters was forced into a huge depression.
With a piercing whistling sound, Susanoo tore through the sound barrier, transforming into a crimson meteor that crashed straight into the white sea thousands of meters above the ground.
The scene shifts, and we arrive at the misty, floating island of Visalia.
On the street, Nami was waving her weather stick like a domineering little queen, directing a group of elderly meteorologists with long robes and white beards that could drag on the ground.
"Over there! Over there!"
"Be gentle! This is a very valuable observation instrument!"
Under her direction, Haredas and a group of other highly respected senior scholars were laboriously carrying heavy meteorological books and sophisticated experimental equipment.
Finally, they moved them one by one into Nami's newly built private room.
The old men were exhausted, their backs aching, and they kept complaining.
But looking at the energetic little girl in front of him, his eyes were full of doting affection, and he could only helplessly cooperate with her instructions.
After finally finishing everything, the old men wiped their sweat and left the room.
After the door closed, Nami, who had been so domineering, became unusually quiet.
She buried herself deep within the mountains of meteorological notes and drafts.
Nami casually picked up a book that she kept nearby and often read.
Tucked between the pages of the book was a carefully cut-out newspaper clipping.
That was Victor's bounty poster.
The girl's slender fingers gently stroked the rough surface of the newspaper, her eyelids slightly lowered, as she murmured to herself:
"Luffy, that idiot who only knows how to mess around... and Viktor, that bastard..."
"If I don't work hard to become stronger here, two years from now..."
"Faced with those monsters in the new world, I might not even be qualified to stand behind them."
Then, her voice took on a hint of resentment as she pouted her pink lips and muttered:
"And that damned Viktor... we haven't seen a soul in ages..."
Nami pressed her cheek against the cold wooden table, gazing at the white sea of clouds outside the window, a deep longing and loneliness flashing in the depths of her eyes.
Just as Nami was secretly grieving.
"Beep—beep—beep—!!!"
The radar on the Visalia Central Weather Tower suddenly and without warning issued an extremely sharp and piercing highest-level alarm.
The old men, including Haredas, who were resting in the square, were startled and looked out the window and the sea of clouds below with alarm, leaning on their canes.
The once calm and peaceful white clouds suddenly began to boil wildly.
It was as if an indescribable, terrifying ancient beast was forcibly breaking through the barrier of the clouds from Qinghai below!
"boom----!!!"
It was accompanied by a deafening roar that seemed to tear the sky apart.
A massive gash was torn open in the thick, resilient white clouds by a violent force.
Under the watchful eyes of all the meteorologists, who held their breath in utter shock.
A crimson energy giant with enormous wings and an aura of endless destruction broke through the clouds and hovered directly above the peaceful floating island.
The wind howled, making the old men's beards fly wildly.
Then, the enormous crimson giant, which resembled a god, dissipated into countless specks of light in the air.
A tall, slender figure in black, like a god descending to earth, landed lightly on the soft, cotton-like cloud-covered streets of Visalia.
Upon seeing the newcomer's face, Haredas and the other old men were so frightened that their legs went weak:
"That...that's the notorious criminal 'Crimson Lotus' Victor, whose bounty is a staggering 2.5 billion Berries, which was featured in the newspapers a few days ago!!!"
Hearing the deafening noise outside and the old men's exclamations.
Nami's heart skipped a beat as she pushed open the door and rushed out.
The wind whipped her short orange hair.
When she looked up and saw the dark-haired man standing in the middle of the street, quietly looking at her with that familiar, wicked smile that haunted her dreams.
Nami froze completely.
The weather notebook she was clutching tightly fell with a "thud" onto the soft clouds.
Nami's eyes reddened instantly, and warm tears blurred her vision.
She bit her lower lip hard, trying to hold back her tears.
Then, like a gust of orange wind, it rushed forward without regard for anything else.
She raised her delicate fist high, wanting to give that bastard first mate, who always made her tremble with fear, a good whack, just like she always did on the ship.
I wanted to yell at him for making such a mess of things during the Marineford War, a Jedi-like situation.
She scolded him for taking so long to come see her.
However, when she rushed up to Victor with a fragrant breeze.
The fist, raised high, looked at the man's gentle smiling face, but no matter what it did, it couldn't bring itself to strike.
Looking at the girl in front of me, her body trembling slightly, trying hard to hold back her tears.
Viktor chuckled softly, his eyes so gentle they seemed to melt even the hardest ice.
He didn't speak, but instead stretched out his arms and pulled the trembling girl in front of him tightly into his broad, warm embrace.
"I've come to find you, my little navigator."
A deep, magnetic voice sounded in my ear.
Listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat in the man's chest, feeling the real warmth within him.
Nami finally shed all the pretense, strength, and anxiety she had maintained for the past few months.
She wrapped her arms tightly around Viktor's waist, as if afraid he would disappear again.
She buried her face deep in his chest, greedily inhaling his scent, and, high in the clouds, cried unrestrainedly like a wronged child.
The group of white-bearded old men standing in the square in the distance breathed a sigh of relief as they watched this heartwarming scene.
We looked at each other, picked up the dentures from the ground, and all of us showed knowing and kind smiles.255Chapter 256 The Navigator's Mad Punishment! Not a Single Drop of Red Lotus Remains
Chapter 256 The Navigator's Mad Punishment! Not a Single Drop of Red Lotus Remains
A gentle breeze caresses the streets of Visalia, where the clouds are as soft as cotton.
Nami buried her face in Viktor's broad, warm chest and cried unrestrainedly.
Scalding tears soaked the man's black coat.
It was as if she had finally released all the fear and anxiety that had been building up in her heart since the outbreak of the Marineford War.
After a short while, Nami's emotions finally calmed down.
She sobbed, slowly raising her head. Her once bright and clear eyes were now red and swollen from crying, like a wronged little rabbit.
However, when her gaze met Viktor's face, which bore a familiar look and a slightly mocking, mischievous smile.
The grievances and fear I felt earlier instantly transformed into a burning and uncontrollable impulse in my heart.
"What are you looking at?"
Nami blushed and gave a sharp shout.
Under the stunned and dumbfounded gazes of a group of elderly meteorologists around them, including Haredas.
This usually thrifty little penny-pincher has now revealed a side of herself that is truly astonishing.
Without any hesitation, she reached out and grabbed the collar of the man who had just shocked the world in the newspapers with a bounty of 2.5 billion for the most heinous criminal.
"Come in with me!"
Nami, who had been holding back for so long, finally showed off her domineering presence as the leader of the Straw Hat Pirates.
She bit her moist red lips tightly, and without saying a word, forcefully dragged Victor towards her own little house.
Victor let her drag him along, following behind with a smile on his lips.
As soon as the two entered the house, there was a muffled thud.
Nami slammed the heavy door shut behind her and locked it tightly without hesitation.
The very next second after the door closed, a cheerful flapping sound of wings suddenly came from the sky.
Victor's pet Clay finally flew excitedly over from the other side of the clouds.
Sensing the long-lost presence of its master, Clay frantically fluttered around outside the door, making loud "coo-coo-coo" noises.
It even pounded on the door with its hard beak, trying to get inside and get closer.
However, Nami, who had fallen into some kind of crazy mode, was completely ignoring the commotion outside.
Meanwhile, Victor inside the house had no time to pay attention to his noisy little friend.
Poor Clay called out from outside the door for a long time without getting any response. He could only circle around in mid-air a few times, feeling dejected, before finally landing helplessly on the eaves to preen his feathers.
The room was dimly lit because the curtains were drawn.
In this private personal space, Nami completely shed her usual arrogance and shyness.
All the pent-up, frantic longing that had been suppressed alone on the island for the past few months was transformed into the most proactive and fervent demand at this moment.
There were no extra words, only fervent breaths and intertwined figures.
Once, again, and again.
Time seemed to lose its meaning in this little house high in the clouds.
Light and shadow alternated through the gaps in the curtains, transitioning from bright daytime to starry night, and then from deep night back to dawn.
Even though it was just handed over to Robin on White Soil Island.
Viktor possesses the abnormal regenerative ability of perfect Hashirama cells within his body.
When faced with Nami, who had completely entered a crazy "juicing machine" mode, he finally experienced for the first time what it meant to be truly powerless.
Time, relentlessly demanding more, arrived directly at the morning of the third day.
The pure, warm sunlight of Visalia, refracted through the clouds and the gaps in the curtains, dappled across the messy bed and illuminated the clothes scattered on the floor.
This protracted and exhilarating "battle" has finally come to an end.
After a brief lingering effect.
Having completely exhausted the last bit of strength in her body, Nami, like a pool of melting spring water, lost all support.
She collapsed heavily onto Victor's strong chest.
At this moment, she couldn't even lift a finger; she could only gasp for breath.
Viktor lay on his back on the pillow and exhaled a breath of stale air with great comfort.
He was completely drained of his last bit of strength, truly having "not a drop left."
Viktor looked at the ceiling and sighed helplessly.
He stretched out his arms, which were already noticeably sore, and gently embraced the soft, orange-haired girl in his arms.
A slightly helpless smile involuntarily curved the corners of his lips as he sighed softly:
"How terrifying... Miss Navigator."
Nami closed her eyes and pressed her burning cheeks tightly against his chest, which was pounding with a strong heartbeat.
Hearing Viktor's teasing, she gave a haughty snort through her nose.
Although the voice had become somewhat hoarse from shouting for a long time, it still carried a triumphant air, as if it had won a battle:
"Hmph, this is your punishment."
"Who told you to come find me so late?"
"You made me live in fear for so long..."
Viktor's gaze softened completely as he listened to her tone, which was a mix of grievance and coquetry.
He lowered his head slightly, looking at the girl in his arms.
It was only at this moment that he was surprised to discover that the girl who always had a cute short orange hair when they first met in the East China Sea was actually the same girl.
Before I knew it, my hair had grown quite a bit.
Her long, smooth, silky orange hair was now lying unguarded in his broad arms, spread out on the messy white sheets.
Her long hair made her lose some of her former naivety and immaturity.
Bathed in sunlight, she exudes an extremely charming and captivating mature femininity.
The smile in Viktor's eyes grew wider.
His long, strong fingers gently ran through her soft, long hair, which smelled faintly of citrus, stroking it tenderly, like soothing a cat with its fur standing on end.
"Sleep well, Nami."
Viktor lowered his head and placed a deep, affectionate kiss on her hair.
His deep, magnetic voice possessed a magical power that could soothe all anxieties and bring immense peace of mind.
"Get some rest. When you wake up... I have something nice to show you, a surprise for you."